Most everything went the way I wanted it to. Work was relatively stress-free even if I did have a patient that needed intensive care (he had so many contraptions attached that you could probably make a double or triple braid from all the cords and tubes). People were relaxed and chatty which is rare given our toxic hospital setting. That includes our “terror manager.” She was actually asking us for candy.

Just as I was about to leave, the guy I like caught up with me and we talked on the way to our respective stops. I rarely see him because we work in different shifts and areas and it’s pretty much a one-sided thing, but I’m happy anyway.

Also, I learned that the place with the longest name in America is called Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg. I’m officially making it my favorite name in the world.

The best part was my hair. I had a good hair day aaaaaall throughout. That only happens once every 2 months or something. Hah.